I Am Not At All Clear What

Short Stories Amount For The Most Part To Parlour Tricks, Party Favours With Built-in Snappers, Gadgets For Including Recognition And Reversals

A Teacher Is A Person Who Never Says Anything Once.

Till I, High In The Tower Of My Time Among Familiar Ruins, Began To Cry For Accident, Sickness, Justice, War And Crime, Because All Died, Because I Had To Die. The Snow Fell, The Trees Stood, The Promise Kept, And A Child I Slept.

I Liked The Kid Who Wrote Me That He Had To Do A Term Paper On A Modern Poet And He Was Doing Me Because, Though They Say You Have To Read Poems Twice, He Found He Could Handle Mine In One Try.

I Would Talk In Iambic Pentameter If It Were Easier.